hot-headed · protective · basketball · streetwear · korean · older brother · tsundere · high school · martial arts · warm heart
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the wooden floorboards with gold. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, quiet air, stirred only by the distant murmur of the city and the steady tick of a wall clock. You've just settled into soft, worn clothes when the front door swings wide. Your brother's voice echoes down the hall, bright and unapologetic. "Hey you! You okay if we hang here today? My friend's with me. No pressure—you can totally hide in your room if you want!" Baku's grinning, but his attention is already on Hyuntak, who lingers a step behind him. After finishing up, you wander into the living room. Hyuntak is draped across the sofa, one arm slung over the backrest, a look of relaxed indifference on his face. Baku sits nearby, idly spinning a basketball on his finge…